Zero Days Novel Novels & Stories

He was telling him not to show Zara he's regained his memory and now Zara in an accident? "She didn't plan this one too?" Kauthar rolled her eyes but stood up to go change into something else. That very day happens to be a Sunday and they both don't have work, it should be the day they rest in each other's arms but no, they have no rest since Zara barged into their lives like that.

“The Program gave us the same targets, but only one of us gets to wake up. Adrian only needs to say he loves me more than anyone, and I win.” “What happens to me?” “You stay here,” she said. “Locked away. Forgotten.” She left after that. For the next three days, I counted ceiling panels, footsteps, and the seconds between each check. I could not leave, could not die, and could not even sleep without someone watching. On the third night, the lights flickered. The camera went dark first. Then the hallway dimmed, and the lock on my door clicked open. A man stepped inside in a stolen orderly’s uniform.

With his other hand, he removed some of the white that was around us and had me look. "Take a look Daughter." He urged. "I want you to see something. And do your best to focus." So, I did; I studied it extremely hard. From where we were standing, I saw images flash before me so fast that I had I fell backwards and collapsed on my ass. I saw everything. Elizabeth winning. Olivia, getting away with killing Erin. Kaitlyn dying. Samantha mourning. The twins also equally devastated. Julian and Sophie celebrating. Our world completely changed. Our world, completely unrecognizable.

I spent the next few days in pain, and my energy levels were at an all-time low. Since I hardly checked in with Mom, I only managed to earn a few dollars each day. Nonetheless, Mom didn't seem to care or wonder whether a few dollars were even enough for a student's daily expenses. I suddenly found it all so pointless. After that realization, I began checking in less and less each day. I would survive even with just a dinner roll a day anyway. Whenever I got too hungry, I would drink some water. A dollar could buy me a big bottle that could then last me a week.

Chapter 40: A New Dawn The first thing Caden noticed when he woke was the warmth of the sunlight spilling through the thick curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room. It felt like a strange comfort after the cold darkness that had gripped him for so long. His body was still heavy with fatigue, his muscles aching, but there was a new kind of peace surrounding him. The panic, the fear, the doubt that had plagued him in his final moments—before everything had gone black—were gone.

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

I smiled after pressing the 'cook' button on the rice cooker. I'm glad he actually bought it. Now I don't have to bother cooking rice on the stove. "This waffle cream is delicious," I said after putting a waffle in my mouth. I looked at the newspaper I brought from Arthur's closet. There was news about a zero-level xenobeast appearing at base 717. The base was destroyed in just one night. "Is level zero that scary?" I asked as I took another bite of the waffle that had kiwi fruit topping on it.

For the first time in my life, I woke up without wanting someone dead. The realization was so strange that I lay still for several seconds, staring at the ceiling. No target. No conspiracy. No hidden chamber waiting beneath the floor. No enemy I needed to destroy before they destroyed me. Just sunlight. The sound of waves outside the window. And the soft breathing of my daughter beside me. Zero-D was sleeping peacefully in her crib. I smiled. A year ago, I would have laughed at the idea that peace could ever feel frightening.

I typed, "but my identity has been captured by you already. If anything bad happens, I'll drag you to the grave with me." Zero-One's response was swift and unexpected. He sent a graduation photo of a group of elementary school students, among whom he claimed to be one. It was a shocking revelation, one that sent a shiver down my spine, for within that innocent image, I discovered a hidden connection. There, amidst the sea of youthful faces, was a photograph of my sister and me—proof that our lives had been intertwined in ways we had never fathomed. With a single sentence, Zero-One shattered my doubts, instilling a sense of trust that transcended the barriers of this clandestine world. "I wan

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.